Stage [Republic of China]

Yes, "the old man replied indifferently, and said," but they are big families now, and even the imperial army has to discuss with them when they get there.We are here now, it is not easy to stay in the south, we have to cross the river. "

The old man spoke vaguely, and Shui Jiu didn't know whether he didn't know the details or deliberately kept them from him, so he fell silent.It took most of his strength to say so many words just now, and now he is lying down, he only feels his lips are dry.The sun hit his face hotly, as if drying someone out.

At noon, the light was so harsh that he couldn't keep his eyes open.A group of men did not leave, they stopped to bury a pot for cooking, and threw an iron pot directly to Shui Jiu on the mule cart. water for him to drink.

Shui Jiu raised the corners of her cracked lips with difficulty, and smiled. "Thank you!"

The young man in the black mandarin jacket in the crowd turned his head and threw him a piece of cake. "There's nothing delicious, Mr. Ruohua, you can eat as much as you can first!"

The piece of pie flew over, hit the handlebar with a bang, and spun around.The old man driving the car hurriedly reached out to catch the cake, cursed with a smile, then turned to Shui Jiu and said, "Hey, Mr. Ruohua, you can eat as much as you can. When we get to the place, everything will be easy to talk about."

When people are in trouble, there is no way to be picky.Shui Jiu took the cake and thanked him again, but he was very ill, so he didn't have much appetite for the cake, besides, he probably couldn't eat it himself.

Shui Jiu squeezed the pancake, gurgled and raised her neck to pour water from the tin pot.His skin was naturally cold and fair, and his hair was as black as jet black. Even after being seriously ill and exposed to the sun for so long, his complexion still remained unchanged.

The movements of drinking water are more beautiful than others, with a charming charm.

The old man looked back at him, and couldn't help but laugh and strike up a conversation. "Mr. Ruohua, you are so good-looking, even ordinary girls can't match you."

Shui Jiu could only smile awkwardly.Good looks are not what his family wants.He has been indistinguishable from male and female since he was a child, and when he stepped onto the stage, the corners of his eyes curled up, so that all men and women in this world would be drunk to death in his spring-like eye waves.

But he and the old man couldn't agree on these words.

The old man saw that he was still not going around, so he fell silent and smoked the dry pipe. After getting enough of the cigarette, he took out a steamed bun from his arms and gnawed it with cold water.

At night, General Shui Jiu gained some strength, so he struggled to sit up on the mule cart.The man lay in the haystack, looked around out of the corner of his eye, and judged where they had gone.

At night, the sky was full of stars, and the other men called out to find an open space on the side of the road, and they didn't pay attention, so they just lay down on the ground and fell asleep.Shui Jiu took a special look at the man in the black jacket who had accompanied him before, but he was not in the crowd.

"What are you looking for?" The old man stuttered on his pipe, and took out half a bun as hard as a stone from his arms.

Shui Jiu couldn't stand his old cigarette bag, so he tried to hold his breath on the mule cart.But now the old man asked him something, so he had no choice but to break his merits, smiled, and said, "Why didn't that man sleep in the mountain valley earlier?"

"Oh, you're talking about embolism." The old man laughed. "He's used to pretending to be a ghost. The black impermanence who frightened you before is him."

Shui Jiu was taken aback, Shuan Zi tore off the stickers on his face when he played Hei Wuchang, but he really didn't recognize it.

While the old man was talking, the steamed bun had already been chewed, and he put the dry pipe in his mouth again, and took a big mouthful comfortably, slowly.After a long while, he pointed the long tobacco stick at the tree next to him and said, "At night, he takes a shift and serves as a sentry for us."

Shui Jiu looked along the old man's cigarette pole, but only saw the verdant forest, and couldn't find Shuan Zi who was standing guard.

"Don't worry about it, you are weak and sick, just eat something and go to bed first!" The old man took out another steamed bun from his arms, glanced at Shui Jiu, snapped it in half, and threw it away. Give Shui Jiu half a steamed bun. "The bun is soft, you should soak it in water and eat some!"

Shui Jiu quickly thanked him, but the old man shook his hand, jumped off the mule cart with a pipe in his mouth, and went to talk to someone to smoke.

At noon, what the others ate was dried taro and cabbage, which was boiled and mashed. If they could eat steamed buns, they would probably be treated better.Shui Jiu looked at the pancake that Shuanzi threw to him at noon, and at the half steamed bun that the old man broke for him at night.The steamed bun looks a little soft after being soaked in water, let it be!

Shui Jiu struggled to stuff the softly soaked steamed buns between her teeth, and the food debris reached her throat, but she couldn't swallow it.He raised his neck, rolled his Adam's apple slightly, and swallowed hard with his eyes closed.

After being ill for many days, he still wanted to live.

27, 27

◎"Okay...very good"◎

Shui Jiu migrated with the others, and when he entered the town, he gave the old man Uncle Wang and Hei Wuchang Shuanzi all the body jewelry that he carried in his arms, and asked them to exchange them for rice and some soup on the way back.Just keep raising it like this, and gradually, the bones of the body will heal.

In mid-July, even though it was the beginning of autumn, the weather was still hot and dry, and the last burst of cicadas on the tall trees seemed hysterical and refused to stop.On this day, Shui Jiu was wrapped in a long gown, and sat under the roadside tea shed, waiting for the old man to come back with news.He still can't stand the wind, he is afraid that it will blow too much and he will cough again, so he just sits in the crowd.The dry wind is blowing with all kinds of smells, but this is not the luxurious scene he used to go in and out. A group of poor people are squatting or sitting, drinking tea with big bowls. like water.

"Not good—"

Suddenly there was a shout from the other side.

Hearing the sound, Shui Jiu looked up, but there were people crossing the river. They were still crowded in the bow of the boat, so they held the horn in both hands and shouted to them in a panic: "It's not good, it's not good! Everyone run away, this one I'm going to call again soon."

The people squatting under the tea shed all stood up.After a while, the boat docked, and the people who got off the ferry were talking like this, all of them looked panic-stricken, some were carrying bundles in their hands, some were dragging their families and children, and when they passed the tea shed, their feet did not touch the ground, as if they were behind. There are tigers and wolves chasing it.

Shui Jiu was startled, just stood up, the old man Uncle Wang who had gone out to inquire about the news had already returned, and grabbed his hand violently.There was no time to say more, and only one word popped out: "Let's go!"

Shui Jiu followed Uncle Wang, and the two hurried out of the tea shed, then turned around the transition, and arrived at the pass where they lived.There used to be a village of Guijia in the valley, and most of the men in the village were Mai Ke. Later, after years of wars, the men were all arrested and served as soldiers. There were still smoke from several households.After dozens of them arrived, they quickly became acquainted with people from Guijia Village. An old woman pointed them out to the mountains to avoid disaster.It is said that a cave for Tibetan soldiers was originally built deep in the valley, and the tunnels stretched in all directions. In the early days, whenever the village encountered robbers or other disasters, they would hide in the cave for Tibetan soldiers.

As a result, dozens of them now live in this tunnel and deep cave of Tibetan soldiers.

Shui Jiu followed Uncle Wang to the left, turned and circled, ducked into the cave of the Tibetan soldiers, dexterously avoided all kinds of traps such as tripping horses, locks, rocks, hammers, sharpened stakes, etc.When they arrived at the place where the crowd gathered, a small oil lamp was lit faintly on the table.

Seeing that Uncle Wang came back with Shui Jiu, everyone said, "How about Uncle Wang, can you buy a ferry boat?"

"Where are you going to buy a boat? At this age, everything is in a mess." Uncle Wang took off his broken-brimmed hat, fanned the wind, and gasped, "Give me a bowl Cold water first!"

Someone handed Uncle Wang cold water as promised, and Uncle Wang gulped it down in one gulp, and then he regained his breath.Uncle Wang sat down and sighed before he could speak. "This gravel beach was originally a fork of the Yellow River. It has always been very desolate. We have to pass through this section and go up to Jingxi. But now the gravel beach has also begun to station troops, alas!"

"Whose soldiers are they hoarding?" Everyone was shocked.

"Who else could it be?" Uncle Wang looked very bad, and he sighed heavily when he saw Shui Jiu. "It's not the general from the Right Banner."

Everyone was silent, and Shui Jiu was also silent.

On the seventh day of the fifth lunar month, the Jiangnan rebel army once attacked the northern city of Jibei in one fell swoop, but the soldiers of the imperial court were dispersed that night.It was the Right Banner General who led the troops in the imperial court.Now everyone is unwilling to call him by his first and last name. Speaking of which, as long as you raise the right flag, everyone will know that it is the devil who kills without blinking an eye.

It is said that the Right Banner general slaughtered wantonly after he entered the northern city of Jibei. The people who had welcomed the Jiangnan rebels all told him to kill them all. Naturally, a large number of Jiangnan rebels also died.The mountains and rivers that the rebel army had worked so hard in northern Hebei were destroyed, and the rest of the people fled out of the city sporadically. As a result, the general of the Right Banner did not give up. unplug.Now they are all divided into different groups, and they have made an appointment to meet up in Jingxi Mansion.But the right banner general made up his mind to exterminate them all, and sent people to seal off all passages to cross the Yangtze River.

Originally, they only needed to cross the river to get to Jingxi, but now they have to cross the Yellow River ferry from the gravel beach, and then trek for three or four months to get to Jingxi Mansion.The most hateful thing is that they rushed to the gravel beach after untold hardships, but they caught up with a new situation. The right banner general Feng Du was sealed at the mouth of the Yellow River.

"The right banner general will never be able to kill here." After a long time, someone in the pit opened his mouth unconvinced.

"People, it may not be possible to kill them." Uncle Wang started smoking his dry tobacco after gulping the cold water.

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